For what might be his last novel, Ed Wood returned to familiar territory. |
Fans can never agree which of Ed Wood's movies qualify as his "first" and "last." Admittedly, there are a lot of factors to weigh here. Do the films in question still have to be extant today? Does it matter if they were never completed or released in Ed's lifetime? Furthermore, are we only considering his directing jobs, or should we take Ed's numerous credits as a producer, actor, screenwriter, and assistant director into account as well? It all depends on your definitions and your parameters.
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Was this the end for Ed Wood? |
I cannot say with 100% certainty that TV Lust is the final full-length literary effort of Edward D. Wood, Jr. But it certainly arrived very late in Eddie's life. The author was in the end stages of alcoholism by the time it came out, and his most productive years were behind him. I think, when we ask about the first and last works of any artist in any medium, what we really want to know is: Where were they at the beginning of their career and where were they at the end of it? By those standards, TV Lust is a fitting farewell to Eddie's writing career. While Casual Company gave us a snapshot of twentysomething Eddie at the outset of his career, TV Lust shows where that career had taken him in three decades: straight into the gutter.
At first glance, TV Lust feels like a mere rehash of Killer in Drag aka Black Lace Drag (1963), the lurid, violent novel that truly marked the beginning of Eddie's prolific career in adult paperbacks. (For what it's worth, the bibliography in Nightmare of Ecstasy starts with Killer in Drag.) Once again, in TV Lust, Ed tells the story of an androgynous, cross-dressing young man, in this case Chris/Christine, who becomes a hired killer and makes some good money before his luck inevitably runs out. In Muddled Mind, author David C. Hayes is offhandedly dismissive of the novel due to its perceived absence of originality and flair. He writes:
The rigors of writing smut were definitely telling on Wood at this point. The rehashed plot of the transvestite hitman certainly wasn’t original this time around, and the usual colorful characters are almost nonexistent. The flair that made some of his other novels and films bearable, even through a thin plot and the strange grammar, was noticeably absent from TV Lust. It seems as though Ed Wood had finally given up.
As I've made my way through the Wood novels over the course of the last decade, I've found myself agreeing with Hayes less and less, and this is definitely one of those times when I feel his review is not terribly accurate or helpful. Hayes' problem may be that he chose to read too many of Wood's books in too short a timeframe. I've been there myself. Once you get to TV Lust, you start to feel like a bloated contender in the final round of an eating contest, forcing yourself to take just one more bite but hardly being excited about doing so.
While TV Lust will never be one of my favorite Wood novels, I see no evidence indicating that Ed Wood had "given up" on anything when he wrote it. It's the kind of story that he might have told at any point in his writing career, at least from the '60s onward. With the benefit of hindsight, knowing the author's remaining time on earth was short, we can see this book as Ed exploring his career-long obsessions—women's clothing, death, booze, prostitution, etc.—one last time. Along the way, the author even trots out some of his classic phrases, like "youthful boobs," "sweater girl," "swap spits," and "love object." It's like all these classic Woodian tropes are taking their curtain call. Besides, you can flip to pretty much any page in this novel and find examples of Ed Wood's beautifully tortured writing style. Here's an evocative passage from Chapter Five as the protagonist deals with his father's death:
He got up from the bed and crossed to a chair which was near the window. There wasn’t much to see beyond, but he stared into space … a starless space …the great black beyond. … that’s where his father was … out there somewhere in eternity … he’d never come back. … he’d never be able to tell what he had thought at that moment of recognition, that he had sired a pup which was neither boy or girl.
TV Lust is filled with passages like that, so I'm not sure what Hayes means when he says the book lacks "flair." From where I stand, it has plenty of Ed Wood's unmistakable style. No other author could (or would) have written this.
When I reviewed Diary of a Transvestite Hooker (1973) a couple of weeks ago, I noted that Ed Wood must have been more sober and coherent than usual when he wrote it, because the book largely tells the main character's story in a straightforward, linear fashion. TV Lust, in contrast, is one of Ed Wood's rambling, Proustian novels. Most of the book is taken up with flashbacks that Chris/Christine is having while preparing to carry out a hit. Through these detailed memories, we learn quite a bit about the character's previous life: how he started cross-dressing as an adolescent, how this habit led to a rift with his wealthy father, how he got involved with the sex film industry, and how he eventually became a hitman for the syndicate. Ultimately, because of these extensive flashbacks, Chris becomes one of the more well-rounded and fully-dimensional characters in the Wood canon.
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A Station of the Cross. |
Hayes complains that TV Lust lacks "the usual colorful characters" that we find in Ed Wood's other novels. Again, I'd point out that Chris himself is given a surprising amount of depth in the novel. We follow him from his early days in the small town of Grandview, where he has his first, fumbling sexual encounters. After a brief, traumatic stint in college, he transitions into the professional world, working as a secretary and living completely as a woman. It's the secretarial job that becomes the unlikely springboard to his criminal career. Above all, what seems to motivate him is his total obsession with women's clothing. When he schemes to get his hands on an angora sweater, it's like a junkie scheming how to get his next fix.
Along the way, as he races toward the inevitable, Chris encounters any number of memorable characters. Early on, for example, we meet Chris' fun-loving, hard-drinking older sister, Shirley—what, you thought we were getting through an Ed Wood novel without a Shirley?—who at first enables her brother's cross-dressing but then disowns him when he takes it too far. Then, there is Tiny, a vivacious and outgoing bisexual woman who takes a keen interest in Chris after they meet at work. Even more intriguing is Tiny's fashionable, mysterious, cross-dressing brother Richard aka Regina, who leads Chris into a life of crime, becomes his lover, then betrays him. Naturally, we have to have a few truly unsavory characters in every Ed Wood book, and TV Lust is no exception. Besides Richard, the heavies here include Talley, Richard's thuggish college roommate, and Solly, an overweight, cigar-chomping pornographer with possible mob connections.
More than anything, reading TV Lust took me back to those Catholic masses that my parents made me sit through, week after week, when I was a child. Along the walls of the church were displays showing the Stations of the Cross, and I spent hours studying these bas-relief vignettes of Christ's suffering and death: "Jesus Falls the First Time," "Jesus Falls a Second Time," "Jesus Speaks to the Holy Women," and so on. Well, TV Lust is like Ed Wood's Stations of the Cross. We get all the classic Woodian moments: "Chris Trades Clothes With an Adventurous Local Girl," "Chris Gets Caught in Drag by His Conservative Father," "Chris Becomes Estranged from His Entire Family," "Chris Dresses Like a French Maid While Being Whipped by His Favorite Prostitute," "Chris Makes His First Porno Film," and finally, "Chris Gets Killed in an Alley."
Come to think of it, maybe there's some special significance to the lead character's name: Chris/Christine. If TV Lust is meant to be Wood's twisted, degraded version of the Christ story, complete with its own cognates of Judas Iscariot and Mary Magdalene, that makes it one of the most intriguing novels he ever wrote.